Chapter 4
All the next day Irene spent trying to gather informating about the new teacher. She waited outside his classroom, that morning, and grabbed all the people she knew as they walked out.
Irene discovered that he was just twenty-two years old, that lie graduated from the State Teacher's College, he liked sports, cars, horses, sailboats, Europe, fried bananas, chocolate pudding, mod clothes-when he wasn't teaching-and long hair on anybody.
Irene felt, after gathering her biography on the man that he would definitely be the man who could help her.
After classes she went to the Dean's office to set up an appointment with Mr. Allen.
"For what reason?" the matronly Dean of Girls asked.
"It's a personal problem, and I think Mr. Allen can help me with it."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather speak to a woman teacher? I think it's better for a girl to go to a woman with her problems and for a boy to go to a man with his problem."
"No, I don't think so. I think Mr. Allen can help me out."
"Alright," the Dean said with a shrug of her shoulders, "If you insist."
"Thank you."
The woman pulled out a thin book containing names and the hours the people owning the names had free for speaking with students.
"When are your study halls?"
"I only have one: at one o'clock."
"Ummm," she muttered as she bit her lower lip, "Mr. Allen is in class at that time. I guess you'll have to come and see him in the afternoon, alter your last class. What time do you get out?"
"Three o'clock."
"Yes, his last class is at two, so he gets out at three. I suppose you can see him tomorrow afternoon, if you wish. Shall I make the appointment?"
Irene nodded and smiled as the Dean filled out a line on the page. "What's your name?"
"Irene Whittier."
"Fine. He'll be waiting for you tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock."
"Thank you. Bye-bye."
"Goodbye, my dear."
Irene left the Dean's office feeling jubilant. Now, she hoped, she would get an answer to her problem. She was so happy, she made a point of going by Jimmy's house to see if he was around.
As she approached the house she saw the young man pulling out a garbage pail.
"Hello, Irene," Jimmy muttered. He was surprised to see her. He hadn't seen her since that late afternoon, two days ago, and her presence made him feel uncomfortable.
"Hi, Jimmy," she exclaimed happily. "What are you doin' now?"
"Nothin' much, really. How come you wanna know."
"I was just thinkin' maybe you can show me some of your model planes again."
Jimmy's eyes opened wide, and his face was covered with an almost daemonic grin. He was surprised and pleased and immediately agreed to 'show her his model planes'.
"Can we get into the cellar without no one seein' us?" Irene asked.
"I think so. There's no one home except my older brother and he's a sophomore in college. My parents are working, and they won't be home until five or so."
"Where's your brother?" Irene asked cautiously. She had no intention of having anyone barging in on her and Jimmy.
"He was up in his room the last time I saw him. You know what we do? You wait out here until I go into the house and find out exactly where he is. I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
Irene agreed to wait until Jimmy returned with the news of his brother's location. A few moments later the young man bounded from his front door and nodded towards the back of the house.
"He's in his room doin' some homework. He won't bother us. I told him I was goin' out and I wouldn't be back until dinnertime."
The young girl followed at almost the same speed Jimmy was leading. He was obviously excited about the prospects of having some more fun with the girl, and couldn't wait to get to his work room.
It was still early, and Jimmy knew that he would have at least an hour or more to play with Irene.
"Are you sure no one will bother us here?"
"I'm sure."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and accepted his word. She followed him down the steps and into the nearly dark cellar. The sun was able to penetrate only about halfway into the room, leaving most of the room, including the workbench, covered with dark solid shadows. The workbench was situated near the oil burner, providing the surrounding area with a little bit of heat, and light. Holding Irene's hand as he walked, Jimmy led her to the corner and turned on the light.
"Well, uh...." he stuttered, "here we are."
"Yeah," she laughed, "I guess we are. Do you, uh ... want to, uh ... turn out the lights?"
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to see the young blond's vagina, and he wanted to watch as she masturbated him, but he knew he would be too embarrassed to do so. With a second shrug of his shoulders he turned out the light.
Now that they were in darkness, he realized the difference between the first time he played with Irene and how it was at the moment.
The first time everything was by impulse. He didn't have to plan anything, nor did he know what would happen. Everything just seemed to happen at the right time. He recalled that she became more interested when he kissed her and decided to try that approach again.
Taking her by the shoulders he pulled to him and pressed her lithe body firmly against his own. As soon as they touched, Jimmy felt the first tinge of excitement coursing through his body, concentrating on his groin area.
He licked his lips, and Irene sensed Jimmy was getting ready. She tilted her head and moved it closer to his. She could feel his breath on her neck and she knew she was only a few Inches from his mouth.
The two youngsters exchanged kisses for only a few moments: Jimmy wanted more than just a simple kiss. After being excited to his utmost just a few days before, a kiss meant nothing to him.
He pulled away from her and stepped back a few feet. Irene questioned him and enquired about the strange noises he was making.
"I'm taking off my clothes," he said, his voice creaking several times. His throat was dry and he gulped a few times to moisten it.
"Why are you taking off your clothes? And what are you taking off?"
"I'm taking everything off because we're gonna have a good time, and it's hard when you have on clothes."
"You're crazy," Irene exclaimed, but not making any move to leave.
"Why am I crazy?"
"What if someone comes down here? That switch is right next to the door. All they have to do is flick it, and then we'll be in real trouble."
"All I have to do is take out the stupid lightbulb. Stop worrying so much."
Silently, Jimmy reached up and unscrewed the cold bulb.
"There," he exclaimed, "now no one will open up any light on us."
"I still don't think it's very safe for you to be taking off all your clothes. I mean, what if someone comes down here or something. If they find it dark they might light a match and when they do what are you gonna tell them when they see us without any clothes?"
"I don't know what I'm gonna tell them, and I don't really give a damn. No one will find us down here, so stop complaining and take off your clothes."
"I'm not taking anything off," she exclaimed in surprise.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"I have never taken my clothes off in front of any before and I...."
"What," Jimmy interrupted, "do you call what you did three days ago?"
"That was something else," she muttered meekly.
"How was that different? You dropped your pants and things, and you'll be doing the same thing now."
"And," she suddenly recalled, "what do you intend to do once I have my clothes off that you can't do while I have my clothes on?"
"Nothing different than what we" he replied, emphasizing the 'we', "did the other day. I'm not gonna force you Into doing anything you don't want to do. Besides, I didn't force you to come down here today, did I?"
Jimmy was dropping implications all over the place, and Irene was picking them up as quickly as he was stating them. The young girl was getting angry and thought she didn't want to do anything with the young boy, but she had very little time to make any decisions whether to stay or act mature and run out: Jimmy shuffled his stockinged feet across the floor and pressed up against Irene with the tip of his erect organ.
She knew what was pressing against her thigh, and the thought, the vision, excited her. Without thinking, she let her hand drop, unfolding it from the cross it made across her breast, and let it touch the organ.
As soon as Jimmy sensed the small, feminine hand touching the cock, he jumped and immediately shoved his hand between Irene's clasped thighs.
"Open up," he said. For some reason which neither of them could explain, they began whispering to each other, as if they were trying to hide from someone, while only a few moments ago they were almost yelling at each other.
Irene complied with his demand and spread her thighs, permitting Jimmy's firm, youthful hand to enter. He rubbed the area of her vagina through the cloth, hoping to excite her so she would be willing to take off her clothes.
Jimmy began to move around, while his organ still was being masturbated by Irene, and positioned himself directly in front of her.
"Where are you going?" Irene whispered.
"No place. I just wanted to stand in front of you."
Suddenly, Irene felt a hand, other than the one rubbing her vagina, grasp the top of her school dress and attempt to pull it down.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
"I want to take this stupid dress off. How the hell do you get this thing oil?" , The young girl sighed and realized that Jimmy would never be able to satisfy her as long as she was fully clothed. The sensations she was receiving were weak compared to the way, she knew, they should feel.
"I'll take the dress off," she surrendered, "but, I'm not taking the rest of my things off."
Jimmy removed his hands and felt the grasp of Irene's hand tighten just before she released it. Almost silently, Jimmy heard the muffled sounds of clothing being removed. He concentrated on listening to the sounds of more than one piece of clothing come off, but he heard only the dress being pulled down, off her feet, and then deposited onto the top of the bench.
"What did you take off?" he asked.
"Just my dress," she replied.
"Nothing else?"
"What else you want me to take off?"
"What about the underwear," he stuttered. He was sexually stimulated, but his bravery was still a million miles away. If she were to disagree or forcefully argue with any of his requests he was willing to back down.
Irene, however, wasn't planning to argue forcefully about anything. As long as it didn't make her pregnant, she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
Jimmy reached out and tried to find the area of her hips. He touched the body and felt the thin, filmy material still surrounding her. Slipping his fingers between the elastic band and her soft, warm skin, he tugged on the cloth until they were a few inches below her hips. With the assistance of his other hand, he pulled the pants down around her knees. Bending his body he managed to pull the cloth to her feet.
"Step out of them," he requested.
Lifting one foot at a time she let Jimmy pull the pants over the shoes and onto the floor.
"Take off your shoes," he told her, kicking her feet with his unprotected feet.
Bending again, she pulled off the tight shoes, sighing with the relief of freedom.
"Fin not taking off my socks," she told him, "the floor is too cold."
"What about, this?" he asked, cupping one of her breasts in his hand.
"What?" she asked, thinking he was referring to her breast.
"Aren't you gonna take all this other stuff off," he asked, Ignoring her previous refusals.
"It's too cold down here," she said.
"Are you kidding? We're only a few feet from the boiler. If anything, it's too hot down here. Besides," he added, "I can't even see you, so there's nothing to worry about."
"I'm not worried about you seeing, it's just that I've never had all my clothes off like this in front of a guy."
"But you can't see me, so just make believe that I'm not here."
Irene wanted to take everything off, but her conscience was bothering her. Suddenly, she came to the conclusion that it was her parents' conscience that was bothering her and not her own. She hadn't decided yet whether it was right or wrong to be here at all-she was going to wait until the next day when she saw Mr. Allen.
"Well?" Jimmy demanded, when he didn't hear any sounds except her breathing.
Without answering, she began to unbutton her blouse.
"The blouse is off," she declared.
Jimmy reached out and felt the bare belly, then moving upward until he felt the soft thin cloth of her bra and then her bare shoulders.
He moved a few inches closer and reached behind her. Finding the thin straps of the bra, he unclasped the hook, and, ceremoniously, held the straps out while he moved away, taking the bra with him.
Irene sucked in a deep breath, knowing she was now naked in front of a boy. Nudity, when she was alone, didn't bother her. She enjoyed looking at her body in a mirror. But this was something a little bit different.
She felt the fingers of her hands grow colder as she became more and more nervous. Fear that Jimmy would attempt to insert his organ into her vagina forced a good deal of the excitement that she should have felt simply pass away. She was waiting, expecting, him to force her down onto the cold, concrete floor, and rape her.
Jimmy, however, had no intentions of raping her. If she didn't want to have intercourse, he wouldn't try to force her in any way. He knew there were many ways, other than actual penetration, for him to orgasm.
Tentatively, Irene reached out and tried to find the erect organ. She did not want to touch any other part of his body, but found it impossible to find the organ. Finally, she realized it was gone, and knew she would have to touch his body in some place so she would get a bearing.
She reached out and pressed an opened palm against the side of his leg. Her hand caressed the hairless leg as it moved up and finally found the crevice.
"What's this?" she asked, realizing she was touching the small sac between his legs.
"My balls," he whispered, with a laugh.
"Can I play with them?"
"Shit, yeah," he declared excitedly.
With an opened hand, she moved under the sac, feeling the two small, round objects hidden within.
Jimmy's breath came harder: her fingers were tickling him and exciting the flaccid organ which hung a few millimeters above her hand.
Her wrist was bent so that it was almost parallel to his stomach. She felt something touch the wrist, throb, withdraw, then touch the wrist again.
Realizing that it was his organ, which was finally coming back to life, she ignored the sac and returned to the pulsating prick.
The stiff cock throbbed as her soft fingers encircled it.
"Do something," Jimmy muttered excitedly. He couldn't wait any longer and had to ejaculate.
"Do something to me, then," she demanded.
As soon as she spoke Jimmy had one hand on a breast, while the other was hidden between the legs. After a few moments of rubbing the labia while Irene jerked on the cock, Jimmy inserted a finger into the tight young hole.
Irene sighed and began moving the foreskin violently over the head.
Jimmy had heard so much about how people can make love to each other, that he knew he would have to discover all these strange things for himself.
Meanwhile, however, the excitement was building up inside the two youngsters. As Jimmy penetrated further into the cunt, she pulled harder on the cock.
As her orgasm approached, she grabbed his balls with an excited hand, and began kneading them while the other hand manipulated the cock.
Swaying her hips with the movements of his fingers, she released everything she was holding and grabbed Jimmy by the wrist.
"What's the matter?" he asked, worried that he may be hurting her.
"Um ... Oh...." she groaned, as she pulled on the wrist, trying to force the finger in, until it was touching the uterus.
Jimmy sensed the cunt milking the hand as Irene tried to sit on his hand. He knew she wanted it to be more forceful now, and he readily complied.
With a thrusting motion, he forced the finger in as far as it would go. Jimmy was feeling the excitement caused by giving Irene her orgasm, and his penis throbbed in rhythm with his finger.
Frustrated, Jimmy removed his finger and pressed his body close to the young girl's, attempting to insert his penis. In less than a second, he was holding his stiff cock, trying to direct it to the hole.
"Hey!" Irene exclaimed, "What the fuck are you trying to do?"
"Fuck you," he muttered under laboring breath. She wanted it, desperately, but the fear or pregnancy was too great to allow herself the pleasure. "Oh no you don't," she declared. "C'mon, Irene," he begged.
"No," she stated firmly. As an added incentive to Jimmy, Irene grabbed the loosely hanging sac and was ready to pull it oft if he didn't move his cock away from her opening.
"What are you doing?" Jimmy nearly screamed, sensing the fingers slowly closing around the sac, until they were on the verge of pain.
"Are you gonna move away?"
Reluctantly, he pulled back. "Well, let go o' my fuckin' balls, will ya'?"
Irene released the sac and heard the sounds of Jimmy's feet moving across the floor. She heard the sounds of a piece of cloth being moved and assumed Jimmy was getting dressed.
"Are you getting dressed?"
"Yeah," he snarled angrily.
"Why?"
"Whaddaya mean 'why'?"
"Aren't we gonna play a little bit more?"
"You mean you're not goin' home?"
"I'm angry and everything, and I guess I don't trust you that much anymore, but I want you to finish and I want to finish you."
Jimmy dropped his shirt onto the bench and returned to where Irene was standing. His penis was flaccid again, but as soon as her fingers touched it, it sprang to life once more, ready to release its load.
His opened palm caressed the groin as a thin finger was slowly inserted into the vagina. Irene took the organ into her hand and began to slowly massage it.
Within moments both children were sighing heavily with passion. Irene felt the organ throb again and again, making her realize that Jimmy was almost due.
"Don't ... shoot ... it ... all ... over ... me," she muttered, in time to the strokes of Jimmy's finger.
As the scum collected at the base of the organ, pleading for release, Jimmy's finger moved faster and deeper inside the vagina.
"Oh ... shit," he muttered, "I'm almost ready to come."
"Well ... catch ... it ... or do ... something ... I ... don't ... want ... it all ... over ... me."
Jimmy, however, didn't care what she wanted. A fraction of a second before he ejaculated, he grabbed Irene around the back and pressed her body close against his. The stiff cock was caught between the two abdomens, and with one final throb the scum came shooting out.
The milky fluid shot between the two layers of skin, forming a sort of cup between the two. Standing there, with his rapidly wilting organ withdrawing into his body, he sighed heavily, trying to regain his strength.
Irene, meanwhile was struggling to free herself, but to no avail. Jimmy was too strong for her, and in the heat of passion, his strength increased.
"What the fuck," she whispered frantically, "get the hell away, you bastard."
Either Jimmy was deaf or he was ignoring her demand. After the organ was a third of its original size he pulled his body back, allowing the freed liquid to slowly drip down his body and onto his pubic hairs.
As soon as the boy moved away, Irene passed her hand over herself, scraping the sticky fluid into her hand.
"Here," she declared, wiping the scum onto Jimmy's face. "This is yours."
"Cut it out," Jimmy demanded, "feeling the cooled liquid disturbing his hot face.
"It's yours, and I don't want this shit. I can't trust you at all, can I?"
"What's the matter now?"
"I told you I didn't want that stuff all over me, and instead you don't even listen."
"It didn't hurt, did it?"
"It doesn't hurt, but it's too messy, and I don't like the way it feels all over me."
Jimmy, while they spoke was attempting to wipe his own semen from his face, and inadvertently let a finger, coated with the liquid, slip across his slightly parted lips, and into his mouth.
Instinctively, he licked at the foreign object with his tongue, and felt as if he was going to throw up. He tasted it, and found that it was almost tasteless, slightly salty, but nothing very horrid.
"Do you want me to finish you?" Jimmy inquired.
"Go fuck yourself! I wouldn't trust you to do anything for me."
Jimmy, now, was becoming angered by her rudeness, realizing that although she argued, she didn't attempt to put on her clothes. He, therefore, wanted to get back.
Reaching over his head he found the light bulb, and slowly, silently, began to screw it back into the socket.
The lights flashed on for only a second. Jimmy had seen what he wanted to see, and unscrewed the light again.
"What the fuck!" Irene exclaimed, almost in a normal voice, "What were you trying to do?"
"I wanted to see what you looked like."
"I told you that I didn't want you to sec me."
"You got a real nice body, Irene," Jimmy stated, ignoring her remark.
"Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you, but I still wanted to see you. Didn't you want to see me?"
"Why should I want to see you?"
"Aren't you curious about what a man looks like?"
"A man," she snarled, putting emphasis on the 'man,' "has at least a certain amount of respect for a girl. You don't have any respect for anybody. You're nothing but a pig. A big, stupid pig."
Jimmy knew that it was useless to argue with her; she had no intention of changing her mind.
"I'm going home," she declared abruptly.
"Are you sure," he began as he thrust a finger between her legs, trying to find the tiny opening, "you don't want me to finish you off?"
"I'm positive. Where are my clothes?"
"Come on," he begged, forcing his whole hand between the thighs and over the cunt, "I swear I won't try anything with you. Besides, I can't do anything for at least another hour."
The feeling of the hand, trying to find the hole, excited her, and she slowly relented. Relaxing the tension in her thighs, she allowed Jimmy to find the soft, tender lips of her labia, and finally insert the finger into the opening.
With slow, rhythmic strokes, he forced her to orgasm within a few minutes. As he finger-fucked her, Irene was playing with the soft sac. She took hold of the penis a few times, but found it impossible to raise it.
After she had her orgasm, Jimmy asked Irene to go steady with him.
She accepted.